Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.